Classic Poem

Men, tranced by beauty, pause and gaze upon
The azure-starred sublimity of night,
Or watch with moods of wondering delight
The shifting clouds that veil a dying sun.

They think of all the good the Lord hath done
In the stern calm of His eternal might,
And hardened sinners marvel at the sight
Of luminous spheres that move since time begun.

Ravished and mute, with eager eyes, they stand,
Feeling new awe within their spirit blend,
And of unending praise their lips are loud,
While, far above them, infinite and grand,
God hears this homage to the throne ascend,
And of His work is insolently proud.